My heart twists as memories of the months she spent putting me back together after I left Boston for good assail me. She saw me at my lowest, helped me wade through pain she didn’t understand, or know the source of, until I was able to stand on my own again, so it makes sense that she has a vested interest in my happiness. And even though the way she goes about it is less than ideal, she doesn’t deserve to be snapped at.
